Post by NOAH GREY on Sept 27, 2011 21:22:36 GMT -5
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Noah Grey,
twenty-six, angelli, male, passionate, reserved, artistic
GREY || Matt Dallas
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Answer to the best of your ability...but no one word answers!
[/color][/b]If you could kill anybody in the world and get away with it, who would they be?
Taking someone's life myself has never, truly crossed my mind as an option to solve my problems. I've thought about it, I'm sure we all do at one point in our lives, but I truly believe I have no one to kill. Yes, I've been hurt And yes, sometimes I long for revenge. But are my hardships worth killing for? I don't think so. Perhaps I'm too forgiving, hell, maybe I'm just not "man" enough to enjoy the thought or murdering an enemy. But, I'm rather happy the way I am.
If you had the choice to save a person's life, but in return yours ends; would you do it?[/color][/b]
Most-likely, but it all depended on the person. If I knew they had more to offer than I do; if I knew they would go places in life, it's a possibility. If the person had a family and people who love him or her, while I had nothing, once again--my decision would be quite easy. I don't know how I would be able to cope with the guilt of someone's life being lost, when I had the ability to save it. So, in short, my answer is definitely yes. If I had reason, without a doubt.
What did you get up to last night?[/color][/b]
My ceiling, silence, darkness. Those are basically the three things I've become accustomed to waking up to, for the past few years. No sleeping women, no beeping alarm clocks, just those three, simple things. Am I bothered about this fact? Truthfully, no. I will admit, it would be nice to wake up to a surprise once and a while, but then again, I have no one to surprise me. So, I'm content with what I have.
Have you ever been in love? If not, do you want to be?
Yes, I've been in love. And no matter how terribly it ended, I will admit that while it lasted, it was a beautiful thing. I've never experienced something so passionate; something so special. You might think it sounds corny, but if you've been in love, you know that it's no lie. As far as being in love again goes, well, I'm not sure if I'm ready yet. I'm a lot more guarded then I used to be, despite wanting someone to spend my time with. I hope I'm happy again someday, I just have no idea when that day will be. I need to be more careful with my heart, this time around.
I hear you have quite a history. Care to share?
My History isn't the most "dazzling" thing you'll ever hear, I can assure you that much, but since you insist... I was born twenty-five years ago, as my parent's first child. They had my little brother, Derek, three years later. My family was a generally normal one, with water-fights at the dinner table every few months, and bed-time stories every night before bed. My mother would tuck my brother and I in each night, we shared a room, and tell us a story. We'd pretend to be asleep, each and every evening, only before my brother would wander over and sit on my bed once the door was closed, and tell me his own version of the story. He was always the more outgoing, hyper one of the two of us.
Anyways, so we grew up, had countless birthday parties, started school, got girlfriends... All of those firsts that make parents tear up, when they think back on them. I led a pretty regular life, getting into trouble here and there, and making my parents proud when I impressed a teacher. Like I said, basically normal. Our family was close, my brother and I were closer, and we always did everything together.
But, it was in grade 11, when I was sixteen, that I met her. I was in Biology, a class that I hated with a passion at the time, talking with a few friends when she walked into the class. Almost immediately I noticed her and offered her a smile, before one of my friends punched me in the shoulder lightly, reminding me I was supposed to be a part of their conversation.
From then on, I actually enjoyed Biology.
Long story short, it took the entire semester for us to get close. I sat by her on a whim one class, we got talking, and as I used to say, "sparks flew." We ended up going out a few weeks after, and neither of us had any intentions whatsoever to end the relationship. She, quite seriously, became my life.
People say you shouldn't let yourself get wrapped up in love, but I couldn't help it. We were together for six whole years, and hell, my family loved her almost as much as I did. She was the one who kept me happy, the one who I could go to with every problem I ever had. Not only was she the one I loved, she was my best friend.
Until my twenty-first birthday, that is.
We'd had a wonderful day, she'd brought me a cupcake and we'd spent the day on the beach, relaxing and laughing with one another. If I could pick one date to be our last, it would have to be that one. I'll never forget it, for as long as I live.
But, all good things have to come to an end, right?
It was on our way back to my home, that a drunk driver swerved his vehicle into the opposite lane, and hit us square on. We were taken to hospital immediately, and I began recovery very quickly, with just a concussion and minor injuries. She wasn't so lucky.
She was in a coma for months; months of which I visited her each and every day, only to sit on the edge of her bed, and tell her about my day. I'd fall asleep in the chair in the corner, and around midnight a nurse would tap me on the shoulder, and tell me I had to leave. They all knew me by name, they all knew how much I loved her.
It was four long months before her family decided to finally take her off of life support.
I begged them not to, but they had no choice. And as she was unplugged, I hoped she would open her eyes right then, like they did in all of the movies. I really believed it for a moment, too. All until her heart rate dropped, and she was pronounced dead.
Her death turned me into a different man, and although that was years ago, I still think about her every day. Death is hard, but I've decided she would rather me be happy, instead of depressed. I'm doing what I can to stay positive, and although I'm still open-minded towards love, I don't know if I can love that way again.
Geez, i hear the Council are being bitches these days. Your view on them?[/color][/b]
I don't judge people until I have a fair reason to, so I can't say they're being "bitches." I hear they're quite an interesting group of people, but like I said, I haven't met one of them in person yet. They seem to be keeping everything running well though, so they have to be doing something right, correct?
Idea of a perfect date?
Something sweet, but not too overdone. I'll admit I'm a bit of a sap, but I don't think I'd hire a few violinists for a moonlight dinner or anything. I'd bring the girl flowers, unless she was opposed to the idea for one reason or another, and take her out on a non-cliched, simple date. I think it definitely depends on the personality of the girl where we would go, but truthfully, it wouldn't matter at all to me. As long as we spent time together, be it in an expensive restaurant or in our pajamas watching TV, I'd be happy.
If your life had a slogan, what would it be?
"Love is an art, in which comes from the heart." I know, I know--I'm a sap. But in all truthfulness, it's true. When I loved, I gave it everything I had. In some ways, I believe love truly is an art. It's something you must be passionate about, and something you must enjoy doing.
Your favorite meal?
I don't believe I have a favorite meal, to be honest. I'm not picky, though I don't enjoy overly spicy foods, if that helps at all?
So times are hard, aren't they? What can you do to protect yourself?[/color][/b]
Times are hard, I will agree to that much. However, I've never felt the need to protect myself, as I've never truly been in a place where i feel threatened. Though, should I feel in such a position, I suppose I could take advantage of my abilities as an Angelli; empathy, and in the most severe of situations, changing my appearance. I'm not the type to carry around some sort of axe around with me, but if given reason, I probably would bring along a small pocket-knife.
Wow, you have quite a reputation around here. How'd you get it?[/color][/b]
Do I, know? I didn't know this. I suppose most people may find me odd, though. Perhaps not a reputation most want, though I can't exactly... change. I'm reserved, quiet, and I love being in my lonesome. Why people find this so strange I will never be able to comprehend. From the people close to me though, I hope they believe I'm a generally good person. I don't go about making a fool of myself or breaking into banks, so that's a good sign, yes?
Do you like your family?
Yes, of course. I hardly think "like" is enough of a word for it, though. My family is my family, and no matter if we bicker or have disagreements, it doesn't change that fact. I will love each and every one of them until my dying day. Just because I'm not in contact with them often doesn't mean I don't care immensely about each and every one of them.
Good or evil? Which do you choose?[/color][/b]
Ignoring the fact that those are two complete extremities, I'm certainly what would be considered the "good guy" in any modern-day film. My intentions are generally clean and acceptable, especially compared to the devilish longings of some these days. I won't point fingers towards one breed or another, because I'm no fan of stereotypes, but I do know there are some dangerous individuals around here.
So are your sheets being tousled or what?[/color][/b]
Prying into my personal life, I see? The answer is no, though. I keep myself fairly controlled, when it comes to lust. Unlike some of the younger men around here, I will never take advantage of a woman. I wouldn't want to engage in anything as such, unless we were in a relationship. Odd, maybe. But I have morals.
If you had to chose, what is your least favorite thing about yourself?[/font][/color]
Probably... my inability to trust, or open up to others right away. I see these loud, outgoing people all around me all the time, flirting with others, screaming as if they own the world... and, in all truthfulness, I'm envious. No matter how hard I try to open myself up and let others in, it never seems to work out in my favor. Usually, when I realize I'm doing a terrible job, I get closed off and awkward. Pleasant, right? No. Not at all.
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holy shit, GREY is that you? we haven't talked for EIGHT-HUNDRED AND FIFTY TWO MINUTES! that is just ridiculous.
we should meet up sometime; BRING THE DRUGS, ok?
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